Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 13- Fake Saviours

*^Image not my own, but from Pinterest. ^*

Well...

I opened my eyes. Just for a bit and now I have to keep my eyes open.

Well, I don't necessarily need to keep my eyes open. It's more or less what I assume that I have to do to avoid being any more awkward than I am.

The room looked different from the moment that I had been knocked out. Less blood and the stench of the dead was being overwhelmed by the stench of some other dead. At least that's what my nose was picking up.

On the upside, I'm famous again. Yep! Joy oh Joy! I'm not wanted at least, but the T.V. playing had a news panel being shown on it. The panel was watching and discussing my reasons to kill- scratch that, they were making excuses for something they called an assistant to act. From what I can tell it seemed like this Earth's government was as, if not more, screwed up than my past world's government. Right now, the panel seemed to be trying to play the blame game to blame someone for the neglect I faced. They also seemed to want to notify the world that I fully own the full ownership of a dungeon. Sigh, these people want to shout out to the world that I am some kind of miracle survival victim baby, but at the same time they want to victimise the people that were harming me. What is all this garbage?

On the one hand, I'm thankful that they explained the existence of the assistance to some extent and showed the assistant that was holding me. I'm not stupid enough not to guess that the person who knew I was a anomaly was the assistant. But I can't do anything about that. So let's just forget about that. I'm still more worried that my singing skills/minor abilities haven't shown up. Although I am still technically four physically in this world, I am also technically a 10 year old when you add the time I've been in the dungeon. So why haven't I gotten some idol skills?!

Anyway, moving back onto the topic of the news panel. I hate them. Instead of thinking about fixing their own system and explaining the situation, they ignored it all. It was a relatively good thing for me in that they showed me off as not having been educated and needing more time to adjust to the world now. It was good that when they do try to mess with me in the future education wise, they'd be at least two people who'd realise that this could happen to them. You know, the typical you made her seek the wilderness to learn to survive, promising to educate her, but you already messed up again. Did you also happen to mess with my child when teaching them too?

All in all, my name may garner more sympathy. Although, I doubt I'd beat the sympathy some rich kid could get when the news reported them not getting a birthday present from a distant cousin of theirs. But it was still some sympathy that could help me survive later on. In addition to being relatively immune from the government's direct interference with me. Yet, some part of me doubts that they won't try and mess up my education to use me to some extent.

The bad thing about gaining dungeon ownership is that most people who are weak enough to live on this training planet have some misconceptions on what ownership is. For example, they'd think they'll get ownership if they were to 'own' me. Messed up right?

Well, there's nothing I can really do about it. Since, they showed me killing some people, others might feel sorry for me whilst putting a price tag on me, but they'd ultimately end up thinking I've been born or shaped up to be evil from an early age. All in all, a bad thing. It was clear from the lack of weapons that had adorned my surroundings.

I did wonder what these people were going to do with me for half a second, but soon came to realise that I'd be taken in by people who'd see some value in using me. They'd probably have some standing in this world to either defend or buy some defence for themselves in case I might be crazy.